Intentional Ailments ((Filch))

[Goyle Sr.]

Gregory looked at his finished appearance with a rare feeling of satisfaction. There was no getting rid of his rather prominent stomach, but other than that nobody should be able to tell who he was. He disliked having to disguise himself; he was proud of who he was. But for the job he had been entrusted with today, he needed secrecy to get in a position where he could fulfil his task. It was not a mere destructive task today, much as he enjoyed those for the sadistic pleasure he took from them. No, today he had a far more important task to do. And he would take pleasure in that too. He picked up the few Cauldron Cakes that had so far survived the onset of unpleasant appearance changing spells which he required lots of energy to keep his spirits up for and stuffed them into his mouth, swallowing them in two combined munches and gulps. It was time to go.

With a large CRACK he Apparated to a position on the outskirts of Hogsmeade. He was going to go through the more deserted areas. Even with his disguise he saw no reason to take more chances of being spotted than he needed to. He didn’t aspire to spend a decade in Azkaban, or however long it would take the Dark Lord to decide to get him out of that hellhole. He wasn’t known for being forgiving if things went wrong. But nothing was going to go wrong here. Gregory was making the distance at a fairly brisk pace. The Squib was going to arrive, and he wasn’t going to be given a chance to regret having done so. Gregory turned off the side street into a shop with a rather grubby looking door, a wooden sign swinging above it with a rather grotesque looking creature carved into it, the carving holding black dirt which probably hadn't been there originally. Gregory gave a derisive snort at this as he entered the shop. It looked like the owner was about as creative as he, merely that he preferred to flaunt his inadequacy to his clientele. Not the nicest place for people to come to have their pets attended to, of course, but good enough for Squibs.

"What can I do for you Sir?" the shop attendant (probably owner too, considering the run-down state of the place he wouldn't be able to employ anyone no doubt) asked, evidently having decided that any custom was better than no custom. Gregory's wand was already out and now he pointed it squarely at the shop owner, quickly saying, "Avada Kedavra!" With one beam of green light the shop owner crumpled and Gregory watched him fall with savage pleasure. He was soon kicked under the counter (wouldn't do to give things away too soon, after all) and Gregory took up a position behind the counter, looking into the small safe where the money was kept with appreciation. Maybe the business was not (hadn't been, now, since the owner was dead) quite as much on the brink of insolvency as he had previously decided. Gregory waited with some slight impatience for the Squib to arrive (as, to his knowledge, he would do), doing his best to look authentic so that he would be able to trick his target for long enough to have guaranteed success in the object he had come here with the intention of fulfilling.

[Argus Filch]

The carriage somehow managed to hit every bump in the road. With each bump came a muffled and painful 'meow' from the animal carrier on the seat. Filch placed a hand on top of it to try and keep it still. He wished that the carriage would go faster. Although Poppy had assured him that the poison was very slow, he still wanted to get her cured. After he had found Ms. Norris laying in the trophy room he had run to the hospital wing. Poppy had looked over her and soon discovered what the poison was. Unfortunately it was a very rare poison and Poppy had no antidote, and wouldn't you know it, Severus had run out of Bezoars after some students had accidentally poisoned them selfs in a Potions lesson. Poppy had called in and the ingredients of the poison was being sent to Hogwarts, but Filch refused to wait.

Finally it seemed like the carriage stopped in Hogsmeade. Filch picked up the carrier and stepped outside. He soon spotted the shop he was looking for. He stepped inside and looked around at the surroundings. Frowning slightly he stepped up to the counter. woa, big boy. He thought as he looked at the giant man behind the counter. Filch placed the carrier gently onto the counter and opened the door. He looked at the man. "I need an antidote for my cat. I hear this shop has it." He looked down at his pocket and reached into it and began to search around for a little piece of parchment with the name of the poison on it.

[Goyle Sr.]

Gregory waited impatiently for the Squib to arrive. Why couldn't he be a bit quicker? Gregory didn't want to be waiting around here all day! Somebody might actually know the owner of this shop. And know he was far from it. Or be expecting to see him. Neither of those were anything Gregory was particularly willing to be affected by. Killing worthless people, though often pleasureable, was also often rather risky. At least when you were still in the area. So he was privately rather pleased when the man he was sure was the Squib (with a not so well looking cat, after all) entered the shop. Gregory never liked to spend longer than necessary in a disguise. They usually grew old quickly and besides, he found it far easier to be himself.

His wand drawn surreptitiously, Gregory took his chance as the Squib looked down, seeming to be searching around in his pocket. Apparently he had no sense of suspicion since looking down had really been a rather stupid thing considering the circumstances. Fortunate for Gregory. "Petrificus Totalus!" he said, with some vicious force but not at too great a volume (there must after all be neighbours to this place). Leaving the Squib to fall to the floor, he slammed the door shut with another vicious flick of his wand, locking and sound-proofing it using a few complex charms. Wouldn't do to have anyone listening. He wasn't one for saying clever things to his victims, but he was one for pain. Giving the Squib a good kick, he yelled "Crucio!" and watched with satisfaction as he convulsed in pain. Weakening the victims was always good for lowering their mental defenses too. Stopping the curse, he moved onto the one he had come here for, "Imperius," before removing the Body-Binding spell from the Squib. "Do a cartwheel," he commanded, his wand pointed at the school caretaker in case he decided to act up. Though being a Squib he would probably not have much resistance to the spell at any rate.

[Argus Filch]

"Eh?" Argus grunted as he heard the man behind the counter yell something. He looked up just in time to see the wand pointed at his face just as his body froze. His body fell rigidly to the floor. Try as he might he could not get his arms or legs to do as he would say. He winced inwardly as the large man moved from around the counter and kicked him. The only part of Argus that was still able to move were his eyes and they rolled around wildly trying to capture everything that was happening. His eyes focused on the wand as it once again was pointed at him. He didn't hear the spell but he could easily guess as pain ripped through his body. His body convulsed slightly, still held by the spell. His eyes were shut tight in pain and if he had a voice to scream with, he would be screaming.

It seemed forever but the pain finally subsided and was immediately replaced with the exact opposite emotion. Relaxation, numbness, calm. Argus' mind seemed to close as he easily drifted into a state of complete relaxation. Do a cartwheel. The voice seemed to drift from out of nowhere and it slowly entered his mind. Argus didn't mind. Just let the voice take over, that way he didn't have to worry anymore. He could just float here and stay relaxed and never have to worry again.

Argus' body slowly stood to its feet and than did a cartwheel at the mans command. His old bones creaked horribly as he performed the cartwheel. He landed on his feet and than turned back to the man and waited for his next order.